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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) |
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Captain beefheart (harp, vocals) |
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George duke (keyboards, vocals) |
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Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals) |
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Bruce fowler (trombone) |
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Tom fowler (bass) |
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Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) |
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Terry bozzio (drums) |
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While we're at it, we have a sort of a cowboy song we'd like to do for ya. this is a song that deals with the rapidly approaching 200th birthday of the united states of america, ladies and gentl |
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This is a song that warns you in advance, that next year, everybody is gonna try and sell you things that maybe you shouldn't ought to buy, and not only that, they've been planning it for years |
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Name of this song is (pardon me), poofters froth, wyoming, plans ahead. |
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Poofters froth, wyoming, |
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March eleven sixty-seven |
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Take a letter, miss abetter |
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As our pigeons will be homin'. |
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To our jobbers in dakota |
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And to merwyn, minnesota |
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This is merely just a note about |
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Performance to our quota |
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Well, we've all come out to show dem, |
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And the elks have helped us |
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Load 'em |
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Little packets full of jackets |
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Little rackets, little rackets |
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Little poofter-cloth appointments |
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Little pofter's froth anointments |
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Little hoods, little goods |
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Little doo-dads from the woods |
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The entire stock is shipping |
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Oh our shod is hardly slipping |
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To the markets of the world |
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Our wrinkled pennants are unfurled! |
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T-shirt racks, rubber snacks, |
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Poster rolls with matching tacks |
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Yes, a special beer for sports |
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(and paper cups that hold two quarts) |
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Everything a nation needs |
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For making hoopla while it feeds |
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The trash compactors, small reactors, |
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Mowers, blowers, throwers & the glowers: |
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This is buy-cent-any-all salute(hyulk!) |
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Two hundred years have gone ka-poot! |
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Ah but we have been astute! |
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Signed: anon. - wyo. galoot! |
